After hearing the engineer's words, Huang Yuanlong's unease quietly grew.
Then, a thought occurred to him.
"A hacker?"
"A mecha hacker?"
"Is that possible?"
As soon as Huang Yuanlong asked those questions, he saw the engineer shaking his head.
The engineer surnamed Liu said firmly, "No matter how skilled a hacker is, they couldn't have done this."
"They might be able to plant a small virus in the system and disable some of the mecha's functions."
"But they absolutely couldn't control the mecha. That's absurd. If mecha could be controlled through programs, why would we need to develop the Empathy System?"
"So no matter how powerful the virus program is, it can only affect other systems. It absolutely cannot control the Empathy System!"
Huang Yuanlong frowned. "But didn't you say you found a signal record? How do you explain that?"
"This, this..."
The engineer was instantly at a loss for words. In the end, he could only say, "Perhaps the system malfunctioned. Or perhaps this involved mecha technology I've never heard of."
In an instant, the engineer seemed to have aged considerably.
Clearly, this matter had dealt him a heavy blow.
Huang Yuanlong had no time to sympathize with him. The eyepatch-wearing man was more concerned with why someone would want to control a mecha.
And after succeeding, all they had done was use the mecha to create a disturbance—not too big, but not insignificant either.
What was the purpose of that?
What motive had driven the other party to do this?
Suddenly.
A flash of inspiration crossed Huang Yuanlong's mind. He seemed to have thought of something, but he immediately denied it.
He shook his head and said, "Impossible. Even I couldn't do something like that."
He looked toward the big screen. "Using that chaos as an opportunity to